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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Guitar
Josh Lippi
Bass Guitar
SIR DYLAN
Synthesizer
Dria
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
Joshua Scruggs
Songwriter
Ozan Yildirim
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Diondria Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Producer
6ix
Producer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Moore
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Reault
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tyler Gordon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Rusch
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hotae Alexander Jang
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
DJ Dahi
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers wanna get famous
Bust guns and get (Dangerous, dangerous)
Daddy graduated from Cambridge yeah
Money talks in every language
Real recognize that stainless
Silver spoon what my aim is
Y'all don't know what that game is
Y'all don't know what that uh
Y'all about that fraternity life
If you're from where I'm from
Then as soon as you come
Baby girl gon' be about that maternity life
If you do like my daddy
Then she gonna be single and alone
That maternity life for eternity life
Eternity life probably thinking we livin' that life
'Cause we do what we do
But hold up let me get it right
[Verse 2]
Everybody got problems, everybody got problems
But not everyone need a .45 to solve them
Revolve them
Take care of all of them like this
I might just go crazy all the way
Y'all live that life where your safety is only a call away
But not us momma and daddy never bought us
Not a goddamn thing but they brought us
Broke as hell we couldn't fund the trust
Outside run around with a gun to bust
Police looking for every one of us
Back then yeah all of that was fun to us
Had a little bit of money in the middle
Let me hit 'em with a riddle
If I never had a dark night
I might not not not not be the same
Might not be the
[Verse 3]
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high it's sober
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high it's sober
[Verse 4]
Ay hey now boy
You don't know nothing about this right here boy
Chilling in Maryland three **** in a Cadillac-lac-lac
You don't know nothin' 'bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang gang gang
**** in the projects for them **** tryna eat
Get the fuck up off your silver
[Verse 5]
Everybody wanna live lavish
A million in the bank on average
They cutthroat yeah they savage
They riding round with the baddest (Bitch)
One day I woke up
And said I'm 'bout to do this for the rest of my life
No question it's right
Waiting for the bus at a stop light
Looking at the cop right in front of my eyes
Living in a world of lies where the truth dies
And hatred multiples mu-mu-mu-multiplies
I said I can't take it
I remember whenever I thought I'd never make it
But as I reminisce I realize it was irrelevant
It's evident I'm getting money for the hell of it
Never fuck around said the flow celibate
Speaking for the people like a delegate
And when a situation delicate
I execute it with the proper etiquette
Everybody wanna get ahead of it no
Can't take the time to stop
It ain't all about the money so I'm headed to the top
But I'm still getting guap never stop unless a body drop
Metaphorical motherfucker to get it in
While the whole world spin for the dividend
But I'm in another system
Everybody hate till he dead then they miss 'em
Why can't we relax and listen
Stop spending money on things that glisten
[Verse 6]
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high it's sober
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high it's sober
[Verse 7]
Ay hey now boy
You don't know nothing about this right here boy
Chilling in Maryland three **** in a Cadillac-lac-lac
You don't know nothin' 'bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang gang gang
**** in the projects for them **** tryna eat
Get the fuck up off your silver spoon
Written by: Arjun Ivatury, Christopher Thornton, Dacoury Natche, Diondria Thornton, Dria Thornton, Joshua Scruggs, Ozan Yildirim, Robert Hall, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II